Martinsburg independent. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1875-1900, 1887-01-08

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III, At mid. night; sad its tick sounded
W muffled and Low ak9A faE
As the pulse,beat OF one who Il aying. ' \
When the heart-throb lie measured ane
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A spirit Of saduesslcsrne ser ms,F
A feeling most ghost'v ind ear
AS the church bells gan sadly Their tnlhng
Announcing the death Of the Yep
As sat and in revere pondereds
How rapid the transit. Of Time,
The sprite Of thedPad Year before me,
Again threw its phantoms in rhyme,
Jost twelve months ago IN winter, & a.
Was the Y ear an infant born, asa as
Mid the shouts of stern aad tempest e'
Ind the blasts of Boreal horn;
On his brow, crystal helmet;g
on his head, an icy erown, la
While his royal robe and mantle, &
North winds wove from frosty down.
Like the car of all the Russias,
Autocrat upon his throne,
sat the Year and waved his scepter,
DER all the frozen zenes f@e@
But the gentle breath Of sRsinssLime,
Blowing soft DER hill and PLAN,
slowly foosed the ley shaekie. ~
And dissolved the frosty cham,
Thus the Seasons in their order,
Did his royal word obey, ;;---asss :.
Spying ana Summer, Automn, Winter,
Each one gen,iyeNie away.
AS the seasons thus were pasesAg,
With them swept mighty tsrong
ofh,umanity that murnured
Iasa belpless plaintiye song
Oh. how strange this-ftful fever,
We call living, here below
On lies current helpless drifting
To whnt portal--wh can know
But enough of speculation
We must sketch the cheekered rss''
By the filmy lines of mirage,
From his sheen and shadow cast.
First. there comes a shout of workmen
And a million strong and.true,
knights of Labor, vast army,
Pass before us in review.
lis a mighty combination,
'Mong us hitherto unknown,
But 1t WieluS u IeaTIui poWei5
As results have clearly shown.
Toiling muscle long had struggled,
/ But it never could be free,
Till it reached the rank OF knighthood
AS proclaimed by Pswderly.
Still it is sn unsolved problem,
With results of good Or ILL
May wise leaders guide the Order,
And its mission true fulfill.
Darkly now, the shadow passes,
See the demon Anarchy,
From the old worla, cat his death work,
In our own Columbia free.
IT'S the Anarchists in motion,
'Gainst the very Nations life,
And Chicago's streets run crimson,
With the carnage of the strife.
Well it's time our Nation rising
Should in words emphatic say,
That the anarchist must PERISH
That the Commune's had It's day.
They've mistaken quite our people,
Ana our institutions free
SocIalistic nihilism
Is no part of liberty.
All, what fun'ral trains are passing
While the Nation bows its head,
Fair Columbia's chieftains fallen
Arthur, Logan, both are dead:
And the hero of Antietam, 81 .EEq
Once the army's pet and pride
Net the King of Terrors bravely,
And in silence crossed the tide.
What q harvest, Death, the Reaper,
From hfe's field has garnered up }f,
Millionaire and helpless pauper,
Each has quafed the bitter cup.
Changing-and the canvass,
Shows shade Of politics,
And elections leave the parties,
In a rather doubtful fix
cleaveland's straddle on the tariff,
And ree-traders could not win,
So republicans came nearly,
Raking all the prizes in. hI Stiit
Morrison the tariff tinker,
Fell beneath the furnace blast,
And score of free trade henchmen,
Through the same ordeal passed
And, too, here within our borders,
Ragged the contest fierce and hot,
And like Bunker Hill, the victors
Found the prize vas dearly bought
Golf from out the smoke of battle,
His victorious forces drew,
Waved the scalp. OF Brannon DER him,
And that noted Jack knife too;
Close, too, eastward was the contest
Long Potomac's classic shore,
And though Wilson bore the prize on
Still twas that and nothing more.
Flick our gallant standard bearer,
Fairly matched him in the fight,
And but tor the ----,
Would have yannuiRhad Cbarlestown,s